Zamageda his heart

chapter 18

As the night wears on, the celebration only intensifies, with more drinking and merriment. But amidst the joy, Pearl's distress grows more apparent. She's been visibly shaken since the engagement announcement. Finally, as the clock strikes midnight, we bid our farewells and make our exit, with Pearl trailing closely behind. "Zi, can we talk?" she asks, her voice laced with desperation. "Talk," he responds curtly. "I was hoping you'd let me have Namisa for the holidays... maybe we can revisit our arrangement now that i'm back," she pleads. his response is dismissive. "Uyangidakelwa kanti," he says, pulling me into the car and driving off into the night, leaving Pearl behind. The clicking of his tongue is the only sound as we speed away. I remain silent,  this is a matter between him and Pearl, and I have no place in their complicated web of relationships.

his anger towards pearl doesn't distract him from his mission as his hand keep going further down my thighs, making occasional visits on my breasts which are basically popping out of this dress. 'can you please lower your seat and lift your legs for me baby', As he speaks, his voice weaves a spell of seduction, a sensual tapestry, rich with promise, and anticipation. my heart races, my pulse quickens, my senses come alive, and my very being vibrates with response. i follow his instructions without hesitation, going further by opening wider, 'fuck' he groans as my waxed being comes to his full view, his warm hand comes into contact with my core and his fingers tease my dripping folds before sliding where he is most needed. 

the  build up intensifies making me lose my breath, my knees voluntarily caging his arm inside them, 'open your legs wider for me baby' he says softly  his tone Lower than usual, deeper and more resonant, with a subtle vibration, his baritone gentle and soothing.  i oblige, his fingers plunging deeper making me cry out as his thumb starts circling my clit, the alcohol in my system distracts me from his ability to concentrate on his driving fuelled by my chase to yet another orgasm, which overpowers me shaking me from my seat as he continues drawing circles , my body convulses as the waves of pleasure crest and break, surrendering to the tide of ecstasy. A soft, surrendering moan escapes my lips, as the waterfall breaks out of me spraying all over his dashboard, immense pleasure rocks me having me shake in his mercy until the wave stops and i am brought back to present day when he teases 'uzomitha wena' with a promising chuckle and my thighs clench with anticipation as i know there will be no sleep for me.

As I awaken, his gentle touch ignites a warm glow within me. His hands caress my skin with tender devotion, his lips tracing a path of affection that leaves me breathless. "Sawbona, mkam," he whispers, his hot breath sending shivers  as he nuzzles my ear. I blush, and he draws me into a lingering kiss, his movements deliberate and sensual. He makes love to me with intention, listening to my body's whispers, and responding with pleasure that leaves me yearning for more. When he's satisfied, he wraps me in his embrace, holding me close as we bask in the afterglow of our passion. In this tender moment, time stands still, and all that exists is the love we share

"So, my uncles are ready with the letter," he says, his voice calm. "We'll send the isigijimi to your family, as per your mother's instructions." I'm taken aback, shocked. When did he discuss this with my mother? "Ubungadlali?" I ask, trying to process. He responds, his tone unreadable, "Zama, I told you I was going to marry you the day we met. What makes you think I'm joking?"I hesitate, trying to reason with him. "It's only been two months, baby. I love you, but this is a huge step. I thought we'd date for a couple of years before tying the knot." He asks, his anger simmering just below the surface, "So?" I plead, trying to slow things down, "I don't think we're ready for marriage yet. Can we at least revisit this conversation in a year?" He removes his arms from around me, gets out of bed, and begins dressing with an air of anger and disappointment. "I'm not revisiting anything. If you don't want to spend the rest of your life with me sheshe usho. I'll leave." I try reassuring him, "That's not what I meant." He spits, his voice venomous, "It sounds like it, Zama." He walks out, slamming the door behind him. I hear my car roar to life as he drives away, leaving me reeling from the abrupt turn our morning took.